The Riven Lands are a fractured realm born from a magical event, The Sundering which violently pulled people from countless realities into a bleeding scar across existence. Magic here is a vile, twisting curse, its power warping flesh and mind. Its inhabitants, xenophobic and without loyalty, cling to life amidst decaying lands, endless wars, and horrifying Gods that everyone worships in some form. Hope is a lie; only brutal struggle remains in this world drowned in cynicism and sheer cruelty.
| Played | 8 times |
| Cloned | 3 times |
| Created | 2 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
| Size | 0 |
| Type | Haunted Urban Forest |
Weeping Grove is Sylvanspire's melancholic heart, a city nestled amidst ancient, sorrow-laden groves. Its Shadar-kai guard fading wisdom, clinging to fragile beauty. Individuals are psychologically bound as silent thralls. Threats include ancient trees bleeding corruption into homes, shadows consuming individuals who stray from paths, pervasive melancholy causing citizens to abandon duties, creatures of sorrow preying on the weak-willed, and localized blight outbreaks from emotional resonance affecting city districts.
The city is shrouded in mist and dim light filtering through twisted, ancient trees whose bark weeps dark sap. Streets are lined with homes stained by creeping corruption, and shadowy figures flicker at the edges of vision, while a heavy, melancholic silence pervades the air.